All his life, Orpheus had only ever known bloodshed and hardships. Life in the Frosthowl Peaks was certainly no paradise, nor did he ever know a parent's love.
He only worked towards one thing, and that was to become a man feared even by the gods.
Yet all of that had changed within the blink of an eye. The dreams and goals he had were crushed in a single moment because of the very weakness his father tried to train out of him.
It was too late to regret any of it, too late to look back and change any of it.
Orpheus' soul now stood in the space between life and death, where one's soul would be stripped bare for reckoning. It was where he should have waited until a representative of either heaven or hell would come for him.
He had no doubt he would be condemned to Hell for the bloodshed and cruelty he brought upon others under his father's teachings.
